“It’s good to see you Chris,” Mistress Flavia said. “I'm eager to see the whip you decorated for me.”Ophelia brought Mistress Flavia the whi..., and she inspected it carefully. “These are tight knots, Chris. And I like the way you’ve left an extra inch of leather on the tip of the tail in case the hides stretch a bit.”Mistress Flavia began swinging the whip around. It sliced through the air with a menacing hiss.“I think the washers and nuts give it a nice heft,” Ophelia said. “I can’t wait to see. I looked around the room, puzzled, then my brain whirred into life. The room, the smells, the bed, my oily hair. It all clicked into place. I sat up and called out, ‘Who wants me?’ Rebekka breezed in uninvited and set a large tray on the side table, threw back the curtains and promptly climbed into bed next to me, uninvited. ‘I do,’ she purred, then in an annoyingly bright and cheerful voice she chirped: ‘But c’mon sweetie, it’s 10:30 and you need some breakfast to restore your energy first.’. "Gerald Michael Kelly," she said in a loud voice, "just where the hell have you been? I've been worried sick this last hour wondering what had happened to you..." and she continued in this vein for some minutes whilst Ned wondered about her use of the word hell. Suddenly everyone was talking about hell, or mentioning it anyway, or perhaps taking its name in vain. Was this, he wondered, a sort of anti blasphemy? Perhaps there was a devil, heaven knows his mother had called him a little one often. In fact, she was probably doing so already because she heard so much about them from BJ and Harriet.We had been headed south for about 10 days when AI announced that we had received another batch of emigrants. These were four Spanish Conquistadors from Cortez’s people. Frankly, AI was very concerned because he recognized these men as being thieves and murderers who were with Cortez to escape being sent to prison. Miami had no provision for handling that kind of person, and Ed was at a loss as.